Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A Letter,

(Ever break up with a robot?)
1. Robot like
With all my resolve I
I wrote you a letter,
it explains why I'm hurt and you're wrong.

Wind between us. Or the wind in space.

2.
Put away that pile of condoms boy
Objects with only one function, denied, frustrated.
I swear they are the ones that feel these emotions, not I.
They were closer to you in the end anyway.

Time to leave useless friends.
The ones that didn't make it, the rejected.
Ba-na-na.

Can you improve someone by fucking them?
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"I'm better off", so speaks my ego with such obvious necessity.
Now we only fuck ourselves.
When I work out.
When I study.
When I'm being greater than I was before.

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